Blaise Zabini

You were having dinner while chatting with Hermione. Suddenly, you felt something warm and soft on your hand. It was Harry, who had taken your hand.

Blaise couldn't believe what he had just seen. He felt a lump in his throat and ran out of the Great Hall, throwing his cutlery aside.

"Blaise, wait!"

You shouted at him while following him through the courtyard as the rain fell upon you.

Blaise quickened his pace, but you managed to catch up to him. You grabbed his arm, forcing him to stop.

"What's wrong? Why did you leave?"

You asked him.

"What's wrong? Are you seriously asking me that?"

He answered furiously.

"What's wrong is that I'm tired of seeing you with him. What's wrong is that I'm in love with you and you don't even realize it."

He kept talking while you stepped closer to him, took him by the chin, and gave him a tender kiss.